Above the dark starry sky.

A bronze ship covered in golden light slowly sailed by, its body adorned with ancient and mottled patterns. It moved silently, occasionally encountering turbulent spatial currents or being swept by magnetic storms. Brilliant rays of light would emerge, followed by various floating mountains of different sizes and shapes appearing from within.

However, the bronze ship always seemed to know in advance and avoid all dangers. Its speed was slow yet fast, and in the blink of an eye, it had left behind the large group of floating mountains.

"There are just too many dead people. How many lives does this cursed place have to devour every time it opens?" A slightly dissatisfied voice sounded from inside the bronze ship.